Music Video

I don't know if I can yell any louderHow many time have I kicked you outta here?Or said something insulting?(da da da da-da)I can be so mean when I wanna beI am capable of really anythingI can cut you into piecesWhen my heart is....broken

How did I become so obnoxious?What is it with you that makes me act like this?I've never been this nastyCan't you tell that this is all just a contest?The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardestBut baby I don't mean itI mean it, I promise

I don’t wanna be the girl who laughs the loudestOr the girl who never wants to be aloneI don’t wanna be that call at 4 o’clock in the morning‘Cause I’m the only one you know in the world that won’t be home

Ahhhh-Ahhh, the sun is blindingI stayed up againOh, I’m findingThat’s not the way I want my story to end

I’m safe up high,Nothing can touch meWhy do I feel this party’s over?No pain insideYou’re my protectionBut how do I feel this good sober?

I don’t wanna be the girl that has to fill the silence..The quiet scares me ’cause it screams the truthPlease don’t tell me that we had that conversation‘Cause I won’t remember, save your breath ’cause what’s the use?

Ahhhh-Ahhh, the night is callingAnd it whispers to me softly, “come play”I am fallingAnd if I let myself go, I’m the only one to blame

I’m safe up high,Nothing can touch meBut why do I feel this party’s over?No pain insideYou’re like perfectionBut how do I feel this good sober?

When it’s good, then it’s goodIt’s all good ’till it goes bad‘Till you try to find the you that you once hadI have heard myself cry, never again!Broken down in agonyJust trying to find a friendOhhh

Whoahhh

I’m safe up high,Nothing can touch meWhy do I feel this party’s over?WhoahhhNo pain insideYou’re like perfectionBut how do I feel this good sober?

Whoahhh

I’m safe up high, nothing can touch meWhy do I feel this party’s over?Why do I feel this party’s over?WhoahhhNo pain inside, you’re like perfectionBut how do I feel this good sober?Why do I feel this party’s over?

Another ringer with the slick trigger fingerFor Her MajestyAnother one with the golden tonguePoisoning your fantasyAnother bill from a killerTurned a thriller to a tragedy

CHORUSA door left openA woman walking byA drop in the waterA look in the eyeA phone on the tableA man on your sideOh, someone that you think that you can trustIs justAnother way to die

Another tricky little gunGiving solace to the oneThat will never see the sunshineAnother inch of your life sacrificed for your brother,In the nick of timeAnother dirty money “heaven sent honey”,Turning on a dime

CHORUSWell, a door left openA woman walking byA drop in the waterA look in the eyeA phone on the tableA man on your sideSomeone that you think that you can trustIs justAnother way to die

Man I'm gonna do my thang,(Get up!)It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!)trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)now get on the dance floor off the chainI say(Get up!)I came to bring me that California loveand a lil new york hatin it's all of the aboveAnd when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chainyou niggas better follow the instructionsI said (Get up!)

Verse 1:

I ball till i fallI stunt till i dropI'm off the show room floorNot the used car lotYou buy a bottleI buy the barI make every other week feel like mardi grasWhen i get in to itI get in to iteverybody can't do it the way i do itI make it rain (rain)Till the sun come outA nigga playin (playin)we make the guns come outNow, my question isWho they gonna blamewhen I'm back number one on the billboard againshit, shift now the game done changesince Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rainI guess I make the kids wanna slangand NWA made the west coast bangNah it's just musicman it's just musicNow get your ass on the dance floor and move it

Chorus 2:

I have the savoir-faireI'm the reason everybody hereI say(Get up!)I make it hot, I make it hot in hereYour feet hurtin I really careI said (Get up!)I want to see yo, I want to see you moveand get all into the groveI said(Get up!)I'm getting money man I really don't carelet me see you put your hands up in the airI said(Get up!)

Verse 2:

Girl, you look goodI want get to know you betterYou look good in them jeans and them red steletosYou got a bentlycoup booty babyI want to drivesee i tell you what mileage iswhen i'm insidei'ma take you for a spinYou know round and roundswitch gears till your love come downI take you to the point of no returnIf you listen you learnjust how a nigga earnI got money to burnWhile the Gap Band playshe dropped the bomb on meit's up and downand up and downGracefullyRick James would have said she a brick houseor fifty you should go home to seeWhat that bitch boutI found out she like it how I like it, huh,back it upget cha someI know how to get you sprungtune you upuse your toungeunder the hood it's so goodshe said it's so goodgoddamn I'm so hoodNigga wattup

Chorus 2:

I have the savoir-faireI'm the reason everybody hereI say (Get up!)I make it hot, I make it hot in hereYour feet hurtin I really careI said (Get up!)I want to see, I want to see you moveand get all into the groveI said (Get up!)I'm getting money man I really don't carelet me see you put your hands up in the airI said (Get up!)

Outro:

And get into itYou are now rocking with the unitI said (Get up!)and get into itwe gonna show you just how we do itI said (Get up!)Aftermath, still shady aftermathI said (Get up!)Aftermath, still shady aftermath